I approached him. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson were making fun of him again. They'd make dementor jokes and laugh and knock the trio around while Parkinson just acts like an insessant pest. This time, Malfoy knocked his books out of his hands and swaggered away. "Are you okay?" I said while helping him pick up his books. "'M fine," He mumbled and walked off. To be honest, maybe I'm too much like Parkinson, but he's my little lion boy, and I wouldn't trade for the world.
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little lion boy | h. potter
Fanfiction"he's my little lion boy, and i wouldn't trade him for the world." magnum opus
